The destinations has become blurred,
The paths have become unknown,
It's just dark all around,
That I am aware of,
I am a wandering traveler.


By hiding sorrows in heart,
by applying a fake smile on face,
I am wandering and making people laugh like a joker.
I am broken from inside,
Now there are only sorrows inside,
That I am aware of,
I am a wandering traveler.


Unhappy with the era,
Unfaithful with the destination,
Wandering like a nomad,
It's just silence all around,
That I am aware of,
I am a wandering traveler.


Holding pieces of broken heart,
Holding tatters of messed up dreams,
Wandering like a loony,
It's just unknown ways all around,
There, I am just walking
I am a wandering traveler.


No hope for Companion,
No need of guide,
in this journey, there is pain, sorrow and loneliness.
Still, there is peace. Because of it. Perhaps I am happy.
I am a wandering traveler.
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This poem is orginally written in Hindi
"Bhatka Sa Musafir"
This is English translation.
For those who won't understand Hindi.

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